This curiosity continued into the evening. 　　On the lawn at the top of the mountain, the boys skillfully carried out the barbecue grill, while the girls borrowed various ingredients from the guesthouse that were waiting to be prepared. 　　The division of labor was busy, and the atmosphere was lively. 　　Of course, this excludes a small group of people. 　　The boy who was scared away by Chen Mo at the observation deck refused to reveal what Chen Mo had said, no matter how others asked him. 　　Yang Shule and a few others sat with the boy on the lawn not far away. 　　It's unclear whether they were trying to appease or persuade. 　　"Are you really scared?" Gou Yiyang squatted down next to Chen Mo, holding a very low folding stool. 　　The person who doesn't act like a human being is lying on a folding chair, holding a primary school math workbook that he pulled out from some corner of the guesthouse, and fanning himself with it. 　　Hearing this, he casually glanced at the distance and said, "I was really scared by those words. I'm worried that he's not from a poor family, but is probably a caveman." 　　Gou Yiyang complained, "You have a really sharp tongue." 　　"Then you shouldn't eat it." 　　Chen Mo made a move to take the barbecue plate in front of him. 　　"No, no, no!" Gou Yiyang tried to snatch it away. "You can't eat it anyway, what good will it do you by snatching it?" 　　Chen Mo refused, leaning back to avoid it. 　　"Hey!" Gou Yiyang exclaimed as Chen Mo's stool became unstable and was about to fall backward. 　　Qi Lin, who was passing by, stepped in to support him with his knee and placed a soup bowl in front of Chen Mo, saying, "Here, your patient meal. You're welcome." 　　Chen Mo turned around: "Where did you come from?" 　　"It wasn't me." Qi Lin gestured to the left. "Old Xi asked the guesthouse owner to make you longan, red date, and yam soup. He told me to remind you not to eat barbecue, to respect your sensitive stomach." 　　Chen Mo looked over there. 　　The banquet staff usually wore sportswear when they came out. 　　Right now, he's standing in front of the barbecue grill, grilling meat. His skillful movements make him look quite professional. 　　Just then, someone shouted to him, "Brother Yan? Your cooking skills are amazing! You could set up a barbecue stall and you'd never starve." 　　As Xi Siyan was sprinkling seasoning on top, he heard this and laughed, "You really know how to compliment people." 　　Chen Mo picked up the soup and slowly walked over there. 　　I stood still in front of the barbecue stall. 　　During a break in the banquet, Xi Si looked up and asked, "Trying to eat?" 　　"I've come over to thank you." Chen Mo raised the soup bowl. 　　Xi Siyan noticed what he was holding, nodded and asked, "How does it taste? I've known the owner of this guesthouse for a long time, and her cooking is pretty good." 　　"It's good," Chen Mo said. "It suits me." 　　Xi Siyan chuckled: "I can hear the resentment in your voice. Who can you blame?" 　　Upon hearing this, Xi Siyan seemed to remember something, her smile fading slightly as she reminded him, "Don't stand there, the cooking fumes will all get on you." 　　Chen Mo obediently stood to the side and watched him grill, occasionally coming over to get food and chat with Xi Siyan. 　　Chen Mo liked the night view tonight. 　　The wind was gentle, the stars overhead were bright, and the moon only showed half its face. 　　He drank it sip by sip, and before he knew it, the soup bowl was empty. 　　Just as I was about to leave, I heard a voice from behind me: "Brother Yan". 　　Yang Shule, who was originally in the distance, arrived at some unknown time. 　　Xi Siyan looked up, her brows furrowing slightly: "Is there something you need?" 　　"Over there." Yang Shule pointed to the boy who was still squatting on the ground, then glanced back at Chen Mo standing next to him, and said meaningfully, "Aqi is not in a good state. You know, he has always been sensitive because of his family situation. You agreed to let him join the club because you wanted to help him, but now he doesn't want to talk or eat. I don't know what to do." 　　Xi Siyan paused in his actions, looked up at Yang Shule, and asked, "He targeted someone for no reason this evening, and you don't know why?" 　　Yang Shule was stunned and taken aback. "I don't know, Brother Yan, why are you asking me this question?" 　　Xi Siyan didn't say anything, just nodded, "Call the person over." 　　Before leaving, Yang Shule stared at Chen Mo for several seconds. A short while later, the boy who had just called Aqi was summoned. 　　This location was originally in the center. 　　At this moment, many people wondered why the atmosphere suddenly felt off. 　　Xi Siyan handed over her work to the other two boys, walked to the table next to her, pulled out a pack of wet wipes, wiped her hands, and turned to the boy who was looking down. 　　Xi Siyan: "Raise your head." 　　Chen Mo could see it clearly from the side; the boy named Aqi was crying again. 　　His eyes were swollen like walnuts, and his nose was red. 　　Xi Siyan pointed to Chen Mo, who was holding an empty soup bowl and hadn't reacted yet, and asked Aqi, "I won't ask you anything else, just one question: do you really hate him that much? Because he made a few noises, you were so scared that you couldn't eat or speak?" 　　The boy named Archie glanced at Chen Mo secretly for a moment, then quickly looked away. 　　He said in a dry voice, "No." 　　"Archie," Yang Shule suddenly called out. 　　At this point, everyone began to vaguely sense that something was wrong. 　　Xi Siyan remained calm and said to Aqi, "Continue." 　　"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." 　　No one expected him to suddenly break down. The boy squatted on the ground, crying, and grabbed his hair, saying, "It was a moment of impulse. Yang Shule brought me to the club, and I envied how you guys could always laugh and joke around, so happy. Today on the way, I saw that Yang was in a bad mood, and I heard him say that Chen Mo is gay. If this gets out of hand, he won't be able to stay at school anymore. I...I...I acted impulsively..." 　　The boy stammered through his words, and his crying sounded quite pitiful. 　　Yang Shule felt the subtle gazes around her, and her expression changed. "Aqi, why are you dragging me into this when you did what you did?!" 　　"I'm sorry." The boy sniffled and stood up from the ground. He lowered his head and stammered, "I'm so sorry. I thought you hated him, so... could you please ask your parents not to withdraw my scholarship?"

Chapter 45